Sunday, August 1

i know why poems are born, a prose poem

i hear the crack of dawn in the dense concrete of this building and
 imagine the wind sculptured glaciers melting before their time,
 the roars and whispers of the oceans protesting while parents tear and children 
hum songs of longing, hearts broken ~
 in citrus layers of sunlight rising, the messages of earth are unbound,
 any soul can hear or sense them, even mine … and now i know, 
i know why poems are born . . .

© 2018, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved (The Poet by Day and The BeZine)

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